DH and I have always been so solid, never arguing, always having each other’s backs. But over the past couple of years he’s become more and more paternalistic with me. I can understand how it started (I was v ill for a while so he had to step up) but he hasn’t loosened the reins at all and it’s making me crazy.
It’s everything from commenting negatively on what I eat, drink, how much I exercise, to giving me a (verbal) to-do list before he leaves the house. He goes out two evenings a week and without fail he will say to me ‘remember to do Ds’s reading, make sure Dd finishes the washing up, sew those badges on, print out that form’ etc etc. It all sounds benign and helpful but it makes me feel incapable.
I do EVERYTHING around the house (SAHM) which I don’t mind, but he’s started dropping in comments like ‘this bedroom could do with a tidy’ which actually makes me want to start tipping out drawers.
He gently mocks my eating habits and lack of exercise but it’s one of those drip drip things that is really starting to grate now. He is super fit and monitors everything he eats. I like carbs and fizzy drinks and don’t exercise, although I walk or cycle at least 6 miles a day, often more (school run and dogs).
He also monitors every last penny and doesn’t understand why we spend anything outside of food shopping and petrol. He took mouldy bread to work for sandwiches the other morning as I’d failed on the bread front, and when I suggested he took a fiver instead to buy a meal deal you’d have thought I’d suggested eating the dog. The implication being that I’m a terrible spendthrift. Mouldy bread for fuck’s actual sake.
It all came to a bit of a head last night as I had forgotten to do something for one of the kids for school and he told me off, in front of the kids. I lost it a bit and ended up in snotty tears. From his point of view he worries that if he doesn’t remind me, nothing will get done, and tbf I am disorganised and a shit housekeeper. And that he worries about my health so that’s why he comments. From my point of view I feel that he doesn’t trust me to run my own life or be an effective parent/adult.
I’m really sad and a bit scared as we’ve never not got on and I feel like since I’ve been ill he’s changed his view of me completely, like I’m completely incapable and need parenting.
How can we break out of this pattern?